Sometimes I wish I were plastic. Yea I know isnt that the most ridiculous superpower to have. Wouldnt you much rather be invisible? See at this point I am as invisible as it gets. But plastic has its only attractive qualities that I dont yet posses. Its cold, shiney, quiet, innanimate, hollow, and sometimes attractive. If only I were that I mean what I am right now is not working. What I am right now is not good enough. I am still alone. Theres this song by Angie Stone called No More Rain. Its a love. but I cry when I hear it becuase it doesnt remind me about a lover at all. It reminds me of when I was gone to this terrible place. With no happiness and no sun. And when I was coming back to california. and I felt the sun warm on my face. It felt so good so warm. I laid on some grass and let the sun warm my body. and I felt loved.

For my first entry I must confess that I can not be held by one genre or pretense. I like it all. I Love most of it. This morning the first song I wanted to hear was Feist My moon My man. Because its funky and its on my myspace. But there is one song that has been plaging my life. Its usually what I hear when I'm brushing my teeth. Obstacle 1 Interpol. Its all i wanna hear lately. Its seductive and vague. "we can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm and we can top the old times play making that nothing else will change" she can read she can read hallejuah the bitch is bad